Poem: Death Demurred

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You ever have certain words pop into your head and you’re like, I have to do a poem out of that one word? “Demurred” was the word recently for me. Here is the seven-line poem (two more than usual for this one!) I whipped up tonight about it.

Death Demurred

fitting that it sat in a rocker on an aging porch,

patience was the air it breathed, knowing

we all come to the steps schlepping our regrets

to drop at its robes; it’d lean forward, creaking,

“You won’t need that. Sit, please.”

To me, it said nothing, but smiled, happy

i didn’t push to see it sooner.

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